Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true
minds
«William Shakespeare»
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments,
love is not love
Which alters when it
alteration finds,
Or bends with the
remover to remove.
O no, it is an
ever-fixed mark
That looks on
tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to
every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's
unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's
fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending
sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with
his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even
to the edge of doom:
If this be error and
upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no
man ever loved.
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